I wouldn't have predicted Napoleon would take such a power a month ago. Our first meet wasn't a pleasant thing, because we stood facing each other as enemies. I was one of the royalists who marched to the National Convention to bring our king back when he was still alive. Napoleon blocked our way with his gunners and a cannonade. I was so scared I hurriedly ran back home.
We, the second estate, have lost the revolution. The rebels composed of third estate men and several frightened second estate men successfully made a constitution that made France a republic. The worse part was that all adult men, regardless of their social status, could now make a political influence by getting to vote for the national leader. Demolishing the Old Regime was the big part of the revolution, but it seemed like the only change that French people could enjoy. Of course, I couldn't enjoy even that, because it meant I possessed less power over the third estate men. French people were still suffering from the famine and poverty. Napoleon's success in battles could be heard frequently, but it didn't improve the lives of people. On the day of assault, my house has been devastated, and I will need a lot of money to restore the house. Meanwhile, we can't eat or live as we did before. The third estate seems to be feeling better about being hungry, because they made us suffer equally.
I decided to start restoring my house since France became more stable, at least more stable than how it was during the Reign of Terror.
After ordering for the chairs, I sat down on a couch in the shop. Jacques Bernard, the furniture artisan, walked to me.
"So... What happened to your chair?" he asked. I felt annoyed. 3rd estate wouldn't have dared to talk to me without giving me a sincere polite salute before the revolution. He's talking to me as if I'm his neighbor. Besides, his question itself reminded me of the awful night.
"Oh, actually... My entire kitchen got crushed," I slowly spoke, trying not to let him find out that I'm feeling discomfort, "I'm just starting with the chair, because my income is unlike before the revolution." I said.
"Your entire kitchen? How so?" Jacques rather carefully asked me.
"People from Neuilly Sur Seine where I rule as a landlord have assaulted my house during the reign of terror," I told him. Then I realized he supported the revolution, because he didn't say anything for at least ten minutes after hearing how revolution damaged my possession.
"What do you think about the emperor Napoleon Bonaparte?" I broke the awkward silence where no one really said anything.
"I think he's a great leader. He changed our lives 180 degrees around. Our lives became more fair," he answered. The reply proved that he was an egalitarian.
"Do you really think so? He didn't solve the problem of famine or the economic crisis. French people might be more equal now, but they are equally hungry now," I pointed out the main problem Napoleon possessed that should have stopped him from being praised as a hero.
"I'm not certain about him, but I have a feeling that he's a powerful leader. I hope he restores France to peace again. Do you think he'll be a good leader?" He asked. I'm still not comfortable of the third estate man directly asking me back.
"I respected him when he conquered the northern Italy. He ruled with his principle that covered many of the good causes of the revolution. However, he's a dictator now, and the republic that resulted from the revolution is now dead," I said trying to address the good principle of the revolution while not being able to say the new government is good as my power has sharply decreased.
"At least he is expanding the territory of France a lot while spreading the revolution to other countries!" Jacques said with a cheerful hope behind the words. "Here is your chair, Sir!" The apprentice has come in with my chair, and I thanked him while paying.
"It was interesting talking with you on such a topic," I said goodbye to Jacques Bernard.
"Have a nice day, sir," Jacques replied, returning to his chores.
We, the second estate, have lost the revolution. The rebels composed of third estate men and several frightened second estate men successfully made a constitution that made France a republic. The worse part was that all adult men, regardless of their social status, could now make a political influence by getting to vote for the national leader. Demolishing the Old Regime was the big part of the revolution, but it seemed like the only change that French people could enjoy. Of course, I couldn't enjoy even that, because it meant I possessed less power over the third estate men. French people were still suffering from the famine and poverty. Napoleon's success in battles could be heard frequently, but it didn't improve the lives of people. On the day of assault, my house has been devastated, and I will need a lot of money to restore the house. Meanwhile, we can't eat or live as we did before. The third estate seems to be feeling better about being hungry, because they made us suffer equally.
I decided to start restoring my house since France became more stable, at least more stable than how it was during the Reign of Terror.
After ordering for the chairs, I sat down on a couch in the shop. Jacques Bernard, the furniture artisan, walked to me.
"So... What happened to your chair?" he asked. I felt annoyed. 3rd estate wouldn't have dared to talk to me without giving me a sincere polite salute before the revolution. He's talking to me as if I'm his neighbor. Besides, his question itself reminded me of the awful night.
"Oh, actually... My entire kitchen got crushed," I slowly spoke, trying not to let him find out that I'm feeling discomfort, "I'm just starting with the chair, because my income is unlike before the revolution." I said.
"Your entire kitchen? How so?" Jacques rather carefully asked me.
"People from Neuilly Sur Seine where I rule as a landlord have assaulted my house during the reign of terror," I told him. Then I realized he supported the revolution, because he didn't say anything for at least ten minutes after hearing how revolution damaged my possession.
"What do you think about the emperor Napoleon Bonaparte?" I broke the awkward silence where no one really said anything.
"I think he's a great leader. He changed our lives 180 degrees around. Our lives became more fair," he answered. The reply proved that he was an egalitarian.
"Do you really think so? He didn't solve the problem of famine or the economic crisis. French people might be more equal now, but they are equally hungry now," I pointed out the main problem Napoleon possessed that should have stopped him from being praised as a hero.
"I'm not certain about him, but I have a feeling that he's a powerful leader. I hope he restores France to peace again. Do you think he'll be a good leader?" He asked. I'm still not comfortable of the third estate man directly asking me back.
"I respected him when he conquered the northern Italy. He ruled with his principle that covered many of the good causes of the revolution. However, he's a dictator now, and the republic that resulted from the revolution is now dead," I said trying to address the good principle of the revolution while not being able to say the new government is good as my power has sharply decreased.
"At least he is expanding the territory of France a lot while spreading the revolution to other countries!" Jacques said with a cheerful hope behind the words. "Here is your chair, Sir!" The apprentice has come in with my chair, and I thanked him while paying.
"It was interesting talking with you on such a topic," I said goodbye to Jacques Bernard.
"Have a nice day, sir," Jacques replied, returning to his chores.